Sergeant Alessandro Carbonaro graduated from Sandy Spring High School in 1997. He played varsity Ice Hockey and organized a rock band that played shows in the Washington, DC area. After High School he went to work for a year at his uncle’s publishing company in Naples, Italy. There he formatted text that was to be translated for new pages on Italian books; he also studied Italian.

After graduating Marine Corps Boot Camp in 1998, Sergeant Carbonaro went to A school in Pensacola, Florida for Aviation Electronics, where he learned electrical maintenance of Marine Corps fixed wing aircraft. Upon completion of A school he was stationed in Iwakuni, Japan, where he performed maintenance on F/A-18, and Harrier generators, panels, throttle grips, altimeters and similar electronics. Following a 12-month tour in Japan, Sgt Carbonaro received orders for I&I duty, MAG-49 in Newburgh, New York, where he performed maintenance on C-130’s and trained reservists. He also became a Collateral Duty Inspector as a Lance Corporal, a billet usually reserved for a Sergeant, which required him to inspect and approve gear prior to returning it to the Aircraft.

Sergeant Carbonaro successfully passed the Reconnaissance Screening in November 2002, was assigned to the Reconnaissance Training Platoon and graduated ARS in December of 2003. Upon completion of ARS, he attended SERE School in Brunswick, Maine. In September 2004 he deployed with Alpha Company, 3rd Platoon to Camp Fallujah, Iraq. After returning from the 7 month deployment in April, Sergeant Carbonaro married the former Gilda María Arroyo on May 28, 2005.

Camp Lejeune Marine Dies From Injuries Received In Iraq
11 May 2006
Marine Sergeant Alessandro Carbonaro, who died Wednesday from injuries received while fighting in Iraq, made a great impression on all who met him and was an extremely honest and dedicated man, his father said Thursday.

"I never saw him so dedicated" after joining the 2nd Reconnaissance Battalion, 2nd Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, Fulvio Carbonaro said of his son.

Carbonaro, 28, of Bethesda, Maryland, died of injuries he sustained May 1, 2006 while conducting combat operations in Anbar province of Iraq, the Defense Department said. An IED exploded near a Humvee he was driving, Fulvio Carbonaro said Thursday by phone from Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany, where Fulvio and Gilda Carbonaro went to see their son after he was wounded.

Alessandro Carbonaro graduated from Sandy Spring High School in 1997. He enjoyed ice hockey and playing music. He and several friends were in a band that played local shows before he deployed.

He joined the Marines in 1998, his father said.

This was Carbonaro's second tour of duty in Iraq. On his first tour, he was hurt in Fallujah and received a Purple Heart. He returned to Iraq in March.

His family said the Marine was totally committed to serving his country and the war effort.

"He only had his job to do and that's all that really mattered," his father said.

Fulvio Carbonaro said doctors at the hospital were deeply moved by his son and are planting a tree in a park near the hospital in his memory.

Through tears, Fulvio said, "Regardless of how people feel, everybody is totally dedicated ... to the people in uniform who sacrifice themselves."

Alessandro Carbonaro is also survived by his wife, who is also named Gilda.

Saturday, May 13, 2006 In Memoriam: Sergeant Alessandro Carbonaro:Died May 10, 2006
It is with great sadness, I report the death of Sergeant Alessandro Carbonaro, son of Gilda who has visited and stayed with Jason in October. From Alex's obituary in the Washington Post May 12, 2006:

A U.S. Marine from Bethesda died Wednesday from wounds received in Iraq, 18 days before his first wedding anniversary. "They had so many plans, so many things they wanted to do," the Marine's mother, Gilda Carbonaro, said when reached by telephone yesterday in Germany, where her son died at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center.

Sergeant Alessandro Carbonaro, 28 was known as Alex. A reconnaissance Marine with numerous medals and commendations, he was wounded May 1, 2006, while involved in combat operations in Anbar province, according to the US Department of Defense. He was injured when the Humvee in which he was riding ran over an IED. He suffered burns over 60% of his body, his mother said. Carbonaro was on his second tour of duty in Iraq.

The couple wanted to raise children, travel and have "long Sunday dinners with their parents," his mother said...On Monday, Carbonaro's father warned neighbors that his son's condition had deteriorated, "Our pain is unbearable," he wrote. Two days later, he wrote again, "Our dearest son Alex passed away at 10:30 this morning." Carbonaro's father wrote that four people-he, Alex's mother, his wife and mother-in-law-were at this side. We held him in our arms until he exhaled his last breath."

Let us pray and hold in love this suffering family that comfort and healing may be theirs. Let us work for peace. Let us deepen our understanding of the Mystery of the God of death and life, creation and destruction.

The Sergeant will be buried with full military honors in Arlington National Cemetery on 23 May 2006.

In Marine's Death, Clues to a Son's Life
Mother Finds Answers In Effort to Understand Sergeant Killed in Iraq By Dan Morse
Courtesy of the Washington Post
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Gilda Carbonaro pulled her car to a stop inside Arlington National Cemetery, stepping out to visit the freshly dug grave of her only child, Alex.

With her was a broad-shouldered Marine, limping from a leg shattered in battle, who towered a foot over Gilda. The Marine hadn't known Alex well but held precious clues about the person he had become.

Gilda had many questions. She and her husband had raised Alex in a world different from the military's - the protected streets of Bethesda. Alex graduated from a Quaker high school, then stunned them by enlisting in the Marine Corps.

Gilda trusted he would serve out his initial five-year commitment, come home and go to college. Instead, he reenlisted, earning a spot in one of the Marines' elite reconnaissance units, called Recon, which operate deep inside enemy territory. That took Alex on two tours in Iraq, a war Gilda had spent two years trying to end.

On May 1, a roadside bomb tore through Alex's Humvee, setting him and two of his men on fire. He died 10 days later in a military hospital in Germany in the arms of his mom, his dad, his wife of not quite 12 months and his mother-in-law.

Alex remains the only service member listed from Bethesda killed in Iraq or Afghanistan. He was 28.

His grave in sight, Gilda - a 56-year-old school teacher - wrestled with unyielding grief, and with a mother's need to understand her son. The Marine walking with Gilda was a sergeant, like Alex. They placed flowers on Alex's grave, doing the same at the nearby grave of one of Alex's men. They walked to a big tree and sat down.

"Have you read the Recon Creed?" the Marine asked. "We live by that."

The Corps Over College

Alex was a tough read, even as a kid. Private and headstrong, he tended to reveal big decisions only after he had made them.

The world around him couldn't have been more focused on college. In 2000, according to U.S. Census data, Bethesda held more degrees per capita than any place in the country with more than 50,000 people.

Gilda held a master's in linguistics from Georgetown University. She taught Spanish at two of the area's top prep schools, first Holton-Arms, then St. Albans. Alex's father, Fulvio, a native of Italy with a master's in computer science, consulted at financial institutions in developing nations around the world.

The couple tried not to smother their only child. When he was 12, Gilda walked him through their neighborhood, helping line up friends who needed lawns mowed. Alex spent $300 of his earnings on a watch for his dad

Alex spelled poorly, shaking his confidence as he advanced in school. Seeking smaller classes, his parents enrolled him at Sandy Spring Friends School, an eclectic prep school where students call teachers by their first names and are exposed to the Quaker tenets of peace and pacifism.

Alex applied himself to only what interested him - Russian history, Brazilian history, creative writing - and posted erratic grades reflecting that. He came to see college as a place others headed simply to get a degree. Without studying, he posted an SAT score high enough to give him a good shot at Georgetown.

Gilda handed him an application. "You'll have the most fun you've had in your life," she said.

Alex began to fill it out but halted at a section he viewed as phony. "This is when the person applying to college writes these essays saying what wonderful people they are," Gilda recalled him saying. "I'm not doing that."

Alex stood a wafer-thin 5 feet 7 inches tall, making it that much more shocking when he told his parents that he had enlisted after high school. The three drove to the Marine recruiting office in Rockville. "You can live a year of your life wasting time," the recruiter told them. "Or you can live it, planning every minute of it, and living it well."

To Gilda, it sounded like a standard spiel for parents. But part of it reflected her beliefs. "The unexamined life is not worth living," she thought.

Alex's decision stunned friends. He was the kid playing Dungeons & Dragons, the garage-band guitarist, the high-schooler squeezed into a booth at TGI Friday's, sucking down cigarettes and endless cups of coffee. He told them that he wanted to be financially free, to travel, to become stronger. "You know what," he told buddy Jon Codell, cutting off his concerns, "I think it's honorable."

Alex shipped off for boot camp at Parris Island in summer 1998. His parents soaked up his letters.

"My first shot was in the 2-ring center and to the left," Alex wrote. He had to nail seven bull's-eyes from 500 yards in his final seven shots. He did, "and so now I can move on in boot camp."

After graduating, Alex was sent to Japan to maintain electronic components of Marine aircraft.

"Hi Bug," Gilda e-mailed, addressing him by a nickname she had coined when he was a baby. "Well, so it's Lance Corporal now. Fantastic! What is the rank that follows it? Some sort of sergeant?"

"What follows lance Corporal is Corporal," Alex responded. "A lance Corporal is just a Corporal without a horse. I learned that yesterday. From the sound of it, most LCPL's don't get their horse for about three years in this particular occupation."

The Marines sent him to an Air National Guard base in New York. Then terrorists struck the Pentagon and World Trade Center on Sept. 11, 2001. The world seemed to be going to hell, Alex told a high school friend, and he wanted to get in the middle of it. Apart from that, he had never become the Marine he envisioned. He reenlisted, setting his sights on Recon. Fewer than one in five make it.

Gilda suggested having the Marines send him to college so he would come out an officer: "Doesn't it make sense to seek a commission?"
"So I can be stacking papers and signing things while my men are in the field?" Alex responded. "I don't think so."

'I Struggle With Myself

Gilda and Fulvio fully supported removing Afghanistan's Taliban government. Given time, Fulvio thought, the United States would lead poorer nations toward democracy. "I am now convinced I was wrong," he e-mailed friends a month after the Iraq invasion.

A year later, Gilda and Fulvio thought the United States shouldn't pull out. Then, for Gilda, came a growing sense that staying was doing more harm. In spring 2004, she joined Military Families Speak Out.

She placed a sign in her living room window: "Bring The Troops Home Now." She kept postcards in her purse calling for withdrawal and slipped them onto windshields in downtown Bethesda. She went to rallies, visited members of Congress. She sent Alex articles on such topics as the challenges of reconstructing Iraq.

"I struggle with myself in deciding whether or not to send you these things," she wrote. "Obviously I want you to have total conviction in what you are doing. To me, this conviction translates to your safety. But another part of me is convinced the more knowledge you have, the better off, the safer you'll be.''

Alex kept training for Recon. At home one weekend, he and Bethesda friend Andy Huff jogged to Bradley Hills Elementary School. Alex reached for a chin-up bar, knocking out 20. He took a quick break and did nearly 20 more. "Whoa," Huff remembers telling him. "That's pretty crazy."

In September 2004, as part of a Recon battalion with the motto "Swift, Silent, Deadly," Alex shipped off to Iraq.

'Enough of the Politics'

Two months later, Gilda heard from Alex's fiancee. A bomb had blown up under Alex's Humvee, sending shrapnel into his foot and laying him up in a field hospital outside Fallujah.

"Mom, Mom, Mom," he said over the phone. "I don't want you to make a big deal out of this. I don't want anybody out there thinking, 'Oh, poor Alex, poor Alex.' "

He asked his parents to visit a wounded buddy at the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda. While there, they met other Marines, too, including one blinded by a gunshot who asked what Alex did.

"He's Recon," Gilda said.

"Recon. They're crazy, ma'am."

She asked what he meant.

"They have no fear," he said.

Gilda and Fulvio also met Frank Delgado, the tall Recon Marine who two years later would go with Gilda to Alex's grave. Three metal rings surrounded Delgado's lower left leg, and rods descended into his bones. He told the Carbonaros that he had just seen Alex. He was okay, and Delgado told them how lucky he was: Alex soon would be fighting alongside his buddies, not laid up worrying about them.

Gilda began visiting the hospital weekly. She also learned of Marines in boot camp who didn't get mail. She wrote them, trying to lift their spirits.

She sent Alex cookies, cakes, books, articles. She tried to engage him in campaign discussions.

At 11:30 a.m. he walked downstairs in his dress-blue uniform, a row of five medals, including a purple heart, hanging on his chest.

"Wait a minute," Gilda said. "The wedding is at 3, Alex."

He wanted to join six other Marines at the church to practice a ceremony in which he and his bride would walk under an arch of swords.

The newlyweds settled outside a Recon base in North Carolina. Selected as team leader, Alex was in charge of five younger Marines. It was down there, between his deployments, that Alex searched the Internet for his mom's name.

At the rallies, Gilda hadn't mentioned Alex's name. She had rarely mentioned hers. Still, as Alex could see, she had certainly been active. At a rally in Washington, a speaker saw Gilda, calling out her name. She spoke in Philadelphia. And just before Alex had left on his first tour, she spoke by phone to a reporter with Radio Free Europe.

"I can't let my son see how upset I am," she said in an online version of the story. "How do you turn around and tell your son: 'Your president, he made a mistake. You need to abandon your men.' You don't tell your child that."

Alex didn't like it. "Keep a low profile," he told Gilda.

She did. As Gilda wrote senators and friends, she stacked copies in a box, hoping one day to give them to Alex.

"How did the pistol shooting go? . . . What's the mood like in the country at least as far as Marines are concerned about the way things are going in Iraq?" she e-mailed from Italy.

"Political-wise marines are marines," he wrote back, "and will always just talk about the last time they went over there or the next time they may have to go."

Part of the Family

By April this year, Alex was back in Iraq for his second tour. "Hi guys," he wrote to his parents April 28. "I'm doing fine. I really haven't been in [camp] a lot. Maybe five days since I've been here. . . . I will get a hold of you soon. Alex."

Four days later, Gilda heard a knock on her classroom door. The chaplain asked her to her office. "It's Alex, isn't it?" Gilda asked.

Within days, she stood outside Alex's hospital room in Germany, being asked to put on a gown, rubber gloves, a mask and a hair cap. She walked in. Alex was hooked to a respirator. Bandages covered all but small patches of his darkened face.

"Don't worry," Gilda told him. "Everyone says you've been such a fighter, how tough you are. You have the best doctors, baby. You're going to be just fine."

Alex couldn't respond. "You've had more Masses than the pope," his wife told him, forcing a smile in her voice. Alex's mom broke for the door, screaming as she reached the hall.

Two weeks later, Alex's parents, his widow and his in-laws sat in a front row at Washington National Cathedral. More than 700 mourners sat behind them - relatives, friends, Marines, St. Albans boys in their coats and ties.

Jeff Corwon, a Marine, walked to the lectern, his lower lip quivering, his back ramrod straight. He spoke of Alex's dedication. He turned to Alex's parents.

"Mr. and Mrs. Carbonaro, in your eyes Alex may have been an only child," he said, his voice halting. "But through your eyes, you may not have seen how good of a brother he was of mine."

It was the kind of language they had heard for weeks - over the phone from North Carolina, in Germany, in Washington setting up the funeral: You are part of our family.

That evening, friends and relatives gathered at the Carbonaros'. Carloads of Marines pulled up, parking near Gilda's Bring The Troops Home sign. Inside, they stood in clumps, telling stories about Alex and smiling. Gilda kept approaching. They offered to do anything for her - now, 20 years from now. "We're going to get together again, right?" she asked.

Absolutely, they said.

Online, she found tributes: "Many times, I went to Alex for ideas and advice on how to accomplish a task," wrote his platoon commander, Lt. Tommy Waller, "never walking away without a better plan than the one I had started with."

Gilda also found the Recon Creed, which offers its own tenets for life: Sacrifice comfort. Complete the mission. "A Recon Marine can speak without saying a word," it closes, "and achieve what others can only imagine."

Alex's widow, who is also named Gilda, told his parents of her final phone conversation with Alex in late April. She told him that people were praying for him. He told her to thank them. "Tell them to pray for my team, too," he said, adding that if something happened to them, it would be as bad or worse than if it happened to him. Alex also asked his wife to round up information on the veteran's college scholarships they had discussed. He planned to leave the Corps next year.

Alex's mom read the book "One Bullet Away," written by a Recon officer. In battle, he wrote, Recon operated in such small units that its team leaders were "the battalion's backbone."

The Bombing

Closer to home, two Marine veterans of the Iraq war check on Gilda and Fulvio. Sometimes they bring Italian wine, staying for dinner. "There's a bit of Alex in all of us," Delgado, who just retired from the Corps, told them last month.

Alex's full unit is due home this month, with members planning to visit Arlington. Gilda has invited many of them over. She and Fulvio want to meet Marines such as David Drexler, the last known person to hear Alex speak.

After the blast, he wrestled Alex to the ground, damping out flames with his gloved hands. He wrapped Alex in a gel-lined blanket, laid him on his back and propped Alex's head on his leg as they waited for the helicopter. Alex cursed roadside bombs, joking that they had gotten him again. He asked for water.

"Where's Elmo?" Alex asked. "Where's Moss?"

"Doc's working on them now," Drexler said.

"How's Palmer? How's Fulks?"

"Everybody's fine," Drexler said.

Twenty minutes passed. Alex kept asking about his team. Finally, he said his arms felt like they were burning, and his face hurt.

Forever missing you, sweet boy’10 December 2007
Sergeant Alessandro “Alex” Carbonaro, of Bethesda, was 28 years old when he lost his life on May 10, 2006, while serving in Iraq.

Dear Alex,

Last week one of my fifth-graders lingered at the end of class and began to hum to himself as he packed his books for the day.

The sound immediately evoked memories of you as a child and your habit of humming whenever you were playing quietly in your room.

You inherited the Valdez-Carbonaro passion for music, but fortunately you were born with more talent than me or Papa.

Your lonely red Ibanez [guitar] stands in a corner of your room, unpacked after your first deployment to Iraq, pining for the familiar hands of its owner.

Somehow you knew you wouldn’t need it on your second deployment, and you wisely left it behind.

School continues to be the force that gives me purpose, son.

It’s true that on any given day I see your humor, your pride, your hurt or your intelligence on any of the bright faces in my charge.

To be surrounded by the innocence and candor of young children, what more could I ask for at this point in my life, son?

Actually, Alex, I think you would be very proud of Papa and me and what effort we’ve put into being productive and simply staying busy.

Papa bought me a beautiful bike, and can you believe I’ve actually ridden it to the Cathedral and back a few times per week?

I’ll admit it takes a lot of coaxing, but I’ve managed a lot more miles per week than you would have imagined your old mom had it in her to do.

You’d be proud of your Gilly, too, Alex.

I can almost picture your blue-green eyes smiling in the knowledge of Gilly’s accomplishments.

A widow at 22, she had to bury so many dreams.

But despite unspeakable grief, she has been picking up the pieces, and this past August she began law school. It’s my hunch she will be a force to reckon with in the field of law.

The cherry tree that Maj. Fenty’s widow planted between your grave and her husband’s at Arlington [National Cemetery] continues to grow. We look forward to seeing the first bloom this spring.

This morning I dropped Papa off at the airport for an early morning flight.

Returning in the pre-dawn darkness, I saw the exit for Arlington, and I thought about the little tree and you and the sorrow that Arlington represents for our family, son.

It still seems unreal that you are no longer here, that you did not return from Iraq, that your bright future was cut short, that we will have to become accustomed to live without your vibrance.

A silent scream wants to break out of my chest in the contemplation of your stark absence and in the thought of the young men who will die today and tomorrow to fill the other graves that have been prepared at Arlington.

Give me strength, son, to carry on and to do you justice.

Forever missing you, sweet boy, forever hoping to live a life that honors you.

Love, Mom

Marine made a great impression By Ben Greene
Associated Press

BALTIMORE — Marine Sgt. Alessandro Carbonaro of Bethesda, who died Wednesday from injuries received while fighting in Iraq, made a great impression on all who met him and was an extremely honest and dedicated man, his father said Thursday.

Sgt. Carbonaro, 28, died of injuries he sustained May 1 while conducting combat operations against enemy forces in the Anbar province of Iraq, according to the Department of Defense. An IED exploded near a Humvee he was driving, Fulvio Carbonaro said Thursday by phone from Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany, where Fulvio and Gilda Carbonaro went to see their son after he was wounded.

Alessandro Carbonaro graduated from Sandy Spring High School in 1997. He enjoyed ice hockey and playing music. He and several friends were in a band that played local shows before he deployed.

He joined the Marines after the 2001 terrorist attacks, his father said.

This was Sgt. Carbonaro’s second tour of duty in Iraq. On his first tour, Alessandro was injured in Fallujah and received a Purple Heart. He returned to Iraq in March.

His family said the Marine was totally committed to serving his country and the war effort. “He only had his job to do and that’s all that really mattered,” his father said.

Fulvio Carbonaro said doctors at the hospital were deeply moved by Alessandro and are planting a tree in a park near the hospital in his memory.

Through tears, Fulvio said, “Regardless of how people feel, everybody is totally dedicated ... to the people in uniform who sacrifice themselves.”

Alessandro Carbonaro is also survived by his wife, Gilda.

Washington Post - A U.S. Marine from Bethesda died Wednesday from wounds received in Iraq, 18 days before his first wedding anniversary.

"They had so many plans, so many things they wanted to do," the Marine's mother, Gilda Carbonaro, said when reached by telephone yesterday in Germany, where her son died at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center.
Sgt. Alessandro Carbonaro, 28, was known as Alex. A reconnaissance Marine with numerous medals and commendations, he was wounded May 1 while involved in combat operations in Anbar province, according to the U.S. Defense Department. He was injured when the Humvee in which he was riding ran over an improvised explosive device. He suffered burns over 60 percent of his body, his mother said.

Carbonaro was on his second tour of duty in Iraq.

Carbonaro grew up in a red-brick home on a tree-lined street northwest of downtown Bethesda. His mother teaches Spanish at St. Albans School. His father, Fulvio Carbonaro, a native of Italy, is an information technology consultant. Alex was their only child.

As a boy, he hated seeing other children picked on, his mother said. He graduated from Sandy Spring Friends School. In his spare time, he and his buddies played in a basement rock band, with Alex on guitar.

He joined the Marines in 1998. Four years later, while home on holiday, he met his wife-to-be, Gilda, through friends of his parents. "Love at first sight," a family member said.

Gilda was then a student at George Washington University. Her first name is the same as Carbonaro's mother's.

In 2004, Carbonaro took part in the assault on Fallujah, suffering a foot injury from an explosive device.

The next year, on May 28, he and Gilda married. By that time his priorities had changed, his family said. He was planning to get out of the Marine Corps by the end of next year. The couple wanted to live either in Georgia near her parents or in the Washington area near his parents.

The couple wanted to raise children, travel and have "long Sunday dinners with their parents," his mother said.

On Monday, Carbonaro's father warned neighbors that his son's condition had deteriorated. "Our pain is unbearable," he wrote.

Two days later, he wrote again: "Our dearest son Alex passed away at 10:30 this morning." He wrote that four people - he, Alex's mother, his wife and his mother-in-law - were at his side. "We held him in our arms until he exhaled his last breath."

An officer's tribute to his fallen Marines
SPECIAL TO WORLD TRIBUNE.COM Monday, May 29, 2006
To family and friends and all those back home who support the fight for freedom,

I just sealed the envelope on what I hope to be the last condolence letter I ever have to write. As I addressed the envelope to the mother of my most recent fallen Marine, I inscribed “FREE” on the upper right corner - to denote the lack of postage due to its origin being a combat zone. As I wrote that word, I felt the pen - and my heart - become heavy. Four simple letters, written to denote the cost, or lack thereof, of sending a letter to home from combat. Four simple letters that sum up everything written inside of that envelope. The postage is free; liberty is not. All of the Marines who we evacuated after the horrible IED attack on the night of 01 May have fallen, each at his own time. Yesterday was their memorial service - Memorial Day weekend was an appropriate time for such a service. Moving units around at the last minute to get as many Marines back inside the wire just for the few hours they needed to pay their last respects to their fallen brothers is the type of Memorial Day weekend one experiences during war. I have received quite a few emails from family and those friends who I consider family, wishing us the best during this Memorial Day weekend and thanking us for the sacrifices made. Those people who should be thanked are the ones that won’t come home and those families they won’t come home to.

Lance Corporal Robert Moscillo - Combat Engineer, man of God, brother to five and son. Robert was killed on the night of 01 May.

Robert spent many years growing up trying to figure out what his path in life was going to be. When he felt called to religious service, he decided to join the Marine Corps first to serve his country and to earn the money he needed to attend the religious education he sought. He was attached to my platoon for about a month before he died in the IED attack on 01 May. A source of entertainment, motivation, and spiritual outreach among the Marines in the platoon, he will be sorely missed.

Corporal Cory Palmer - Recon Marine, Sniper, Marine Combatant Diver, Son and Brother. Cory Palmer wanted to hike the entire Appalachian Trail. He loved urfing and lived for having fun. He was one of the finest Marines I’ve ever served with. He died on 06 May as a result of the burns he sustained on the night of 01 May - four days before his 23rd birthday.

Enthusiasm - “intense feeling for a subject or cause, eagerness, zeal …something inspiring.” Corporal Cory Palmer personified enthusiasm…enthusiasm for the Marine Corps, for having fun, and more importantly, for his family and his brother Marines. Indeed, Cory was “something inspiring.” A specimen of physical greatness and mental ingenuity, he was a natural leader. Though he didn’t hold a leadership billet during most of his time in the platoon, Cory led Marines. Every Marine in the platoon would follow Cory, myself included. He was a man who had the courage to speak his mind, and the courage to take the enemy face on. Paddling against the waves to find the one he wanted was the way that Cory operated in all that he did. Whether surfing, or wading through the tides of war to find the best way to destroy his adversary, Cory always maintained his composure and followed through on every occasion. Cory and his enthusiasm will be missed.

Corporal William “Brad” Fulks - Recon Marine, Golden Glove Boxing State Champion, Son, Brother, and Boyfriend. Brad Fulks was a quiet professional who was deeply respected by every man in the platoon. He died on 18 May 2006, 15 days after his 23rd birthday.
Toughness - “so strong and resilient as to withstand great strain without breaking.” Corporal William Bradley Fulks was tough. A quiet professional, he was humble, yet had every reason not to be. A golden glove boxing state champion, he could put a man on his face in a second, yet never once let that quality show, unless he needed to. It was easy for me to tell that the men in the platoon felt comfortable around Brad whether out in town or outside the wire - they felt protected. I know that if I had to survive a bar fight, or a gun fight, he’d be the one I’d want right by my side and I know that the rest of the platoon feels the exact same way. Brad and his toughness and quiet dependability will be missed.

Sergeant Alessandro Carbonaro - Recon Marine, Recon Team Leader, Husband and only Son. Today is the one-year anniversary of the marriage of Sergeant Alessandro Carbonaro and his wife Gilly. A year ago he was married in Washington D.C. Days ago, he was buried a few miles south, in Arlington Cemetary.

Wisdom — “insightful understanding of what is true, right, or enduring…a native good judgment.” Sergeant Alessandro Carbonaro personified wisdom. Refined in his ability to communicate, Alex quietly commanded the attention of the platoon at times. His words and opinion were valued among every man and his good judgment was often sought from those both above him and below him. Many times, I went to Alex for ideas and advice on how to accomplish a task, never walking away without a better plan than the one I had started with. It was easy to tell from my first days with the platoon that he cared greatly for his Marines and their welfare. After the horrible IED attack, as his fellow Marines treated his wounds, he continued to ask about his team members, ignoring the pain he himself was experiencing. He truly cared for others more than himself - the mark of a great man and a true leader. Alex and his caring nature and wisdom will be missed.

The four great Marines listed above are only those from my platoon. Our battalion has lost two more and there are others who are still in naval medical facilities beginning their healing process. Some have been killed in the enemy’s cowardly but effective IED attacks. Others have died and been wounded in close range firefights with determined and fanatical foreign fighters, members of well known terrorist organizations like the one responsible for September 11th. One of these men is Petty Officer 3rd Class Lee H. Deal, a Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman whose funeral was Friday in Baton Rouge, LA. A former student of West Monroe High School, he was to be married upon his return from this deployment to his wonderful fiancé.

All of these Marines are those who should be remembered this Memorial Day weekend, along with all those who have paid the ultimate price in every war before ours.

I have been fortunate to have such a great family and such great friends to know that everything we do here is supported from those back home. I’ve received numerous care packages - some which have been gestures of extreme generosity (thanks Mr. Art!). I’ve taken these care packages and massed them together, then separated all the things inside to make “sniper resupply packages” to drop off to my recon teams and sniper teams when we replenish them with water and ammunition. The men greatly appreciate your generosity.

Have no doubt that as the American people grow wearier and more impatient during this war, that our resolve grows even stronger. The enemy knows that his greatest friends are those in America who can work to demoralize the country and to break our will to fight. He has learned from history and knows the impact of the media and the influence of famous people who have no idea what freedom means or its real cost. Today’s Jane Fonda’s still exist and all those factors that made it so difficult to achieve a strategic victory in Vietnam are the same factors that exist today. We won the tactical fight every time in Vietnam. We continue to win the tactical fights today. It is at the strategic level that America is so vulnerable because of the influence of the masses - the most often times uneducated masses, those that are swayed easily by the media and by famous people who are out of touch with reality. The evil we face today in this world in fanatical Islamic Fundamentalism is as bad or worse than the evil faced by communism or even nazism during WWII. Many people agree that our participation in WWII is what prevents us from speaking German today. To stand by and idly watch whole portions of the world succumb to the demands of Islamic Fundamentalists is as bad an appeasement as Europe in the late 1930s. The men who fight and kill these evil people every day in this war understand this. I can only hope that those back home, the masses who affect foreign policy decisions, can look at history and come to understand this. The war we are fighting is a just war and a necessary war. During this Memorial Day weekend, let us not forget those who have paid the ultimate price fighting it.

Robert Moscillo, Cory Palmer, Brad Fulks, Alessandro Carbonaro

Strong — “physically powerful, robust, healthy, difficult to break, durable, intense, violent, persuasive, and forceful.” Robert, Cory, Brad, and Alessandro were strong Marines and strong men. All were intense and violent against the enemy. They protected their fellow Marines. In his own way, each was persuasive. Each was robust, healthy, and difficult to break. We must not look at their passing as them having broken, or given in. We must look at it as their passage to a place where their strength, their toughness, wisdom, and enthusiasm will be used for a much greater cause, that of the Lord. They remain among us, watching over the platoon and using their talents to protect us against evil - a much greater foe than anything we’ll face on earth’s battlefields.

Thank you for your constant prayers. Please pray for the souls of these Marines and for their families this Memorial Day Weekend.